hues of the setting sun. The boat came and took the child away.
When the launch came, in the morning, Burke was standing at the head of the ladder. All the traces of a fearful night were in his face, and yet Huntington's scrutiny found something satisfactory in the man. The old khaki suit had been washed, and hung, still damp, upon his frame.
More medicines and disinfectants, a supply of food and distilled water, several objects, very vulgar and very grim, were passed up, and then the doctor asked:
"Anything you need, old man?"
Burke shook his head in indecisive negative.
"I have you on the pay-roll," added the officer, casually; "assistant inspector; three-and-a-half a day."
Burke dropped his eyes to the deck. Then he blurted out:
"Yes, two khakis."
"All right," said Huntington, rapidly measuring with his eye the frame before him. "Anything else?"
Again an embarrassed silence, then another burst:
"A razor."
"I'll send the things this afternoon," said Huntington, gladder than his voice implied.
Burke went back to his work. After disinfecting his little hospital he executed, with the aid of Tionko,
